10/23/23 - He deliberately shaved a bald spot into himself, to become the sort of doctor that patients trusted.
An instagram post of two photos. The first one captioned: “When I’m cooking and the baby’s crying and won’t calm down until I hug him.”
The comments say, “Before I saw the cat: yet another Princeling mom. After I saw the cat: look at that poor starving baby! He’s so hungry, he’s turned into a bunny!”
“What a fucking crybaby, do you have anything else to do with your day except— …cook your fucking noodles? What’s wrong with hugging the baby a little?”
“Setting the facts aside, are the noodles entirely without fault? Can they not cook themselves?”
“Before I swiped: I’m getting a headache just reading these words. After I swiped: be careful when you hold the baby. You don’t really have to eat those noodles.”
“Spoiling a child is killing a…what a careless mom you are! How dare you not hold the baby while making your dinner!”
“The hell is he crying for? He’s gonna make this whole house— …filled with cuteness.”
An askreddit question, “What’s the darkest thoughts you had?”
Top-voted reply is, “Destroy my ex. I didn’t just think about it, I actually put it to action.
I like to think of myself as a pretty good girlfriend, super chill and easy going, fairly good-looking, good temper, opinionated. He pursued me. After half a year of being together, he told me his mom didn’t like me so he wants to break up with me.
It was the night I was supposed to take my bar exam.
Unsurprisingly, I didn’t pass that year, even though I always get more than 410 points [out of 480] on my practice exams.
Why doesn’t his mom like me? Because the first time we met, the first thing she said to be was, “Lots of girls are into my son, but I don’t like any of them, because they never take care of him properly. I hope you don’t disappoint.”
I smiled and said, “Taking care of each other is a mutual act. If he’s good to me, of course I’ll be good to him.”
Her face fell right away and we parted on bad terms.
After my bar exam, I got sick, feverish, throwing up. It seems like at some point, I burned this man out of my life just like my virus. It was painful, but also relieving. But I could never forgive him for breaking up with me right before an exam. Not to mention, he got together with a new girlfriend in no time at all.
I rested about three months, and learned through friends that he broke up with his new girlfriend too. So I dressed up in his favourite moe girl fashion, all cutesy like, and went to his usual basketball court. I smiled really ladylike at him and bought him water.
We got back together. My friends were all devastated. They were sure I’d burned out my brain and I’m wasting my life with him. But I knew what I was doing.
For the next four months, I was the absolute dream girlfriend for him. I saved up all my scholarship money and part time salary to buy him thousand-dollar brand name shoes, imported snacks, everything. I didn’t even dare to buy myself a 6 RMB lunch at the school cafeteria. I came whenever he called and waited for him under his dorm, even when he’s usually late for over 15 minutes.
He told me to stop overthinking things and just listen to his parents. I used to tell him that I would listen if they’re right, but parents aren’t always right about everything. But now, I tell him, “Of course! Your parents have your best interests at heart! Your parents are the only people who’ll never betray you in this world! You mom is so good to you, of course I’m going to do my best to be filially pious to her! I’ll do whatever she says!”
He says, “I’m going to live with my parents for the rest of my life.”
Before, I would say that marriage is two people forming a new family together. Not to mention, I’m an only child too, what about my parents?
Now I say, “As the DIL, of course it’s my duty to take care of your parents. They’ve had a hard time raising you. I’d love an opportunity to pay them back by living together with them.”
He would say, “Thank God you don’t have siblings. All your parents’ money is yours.”
Before, I would ask him what he meant by “Thank God”? Now, I say, “That’s right. All four houses my family owns will be yours in the future.”
He would say, “I think that girl’s into me.”
Before, I would tell him to stop being a narcissist. Now, I would look at him with wide, bright eyes and say, “Wow! You’re right! It’s all because you’re so awesome! What girl wouldn’t be into you? Man, I’m so lucky.”
He says, “I don’t want to get married too young. My mom says it’s luckiest to get married at 32. But we gotta have kids early, though. Women can’t get pregnant once they’re old.”
Before, I would say that I’m not against a late marriage, but it seems unnecessary to wait until after 30. And I would definitely not have any extramarital children. Now, I say, ”Your mom is exactly right. I’ve gotta prove I can have kids before you can marry me, right? Otherwise, it would be a disaster for your family.”
I lived this life for four months.
For that four months, he and his mom are so deeply satisfied me that his mom even promised me that as soon as I graduated, we can get engaged. We can start trying as soon as we’re engaged. But we have to wait until he’s 32 to get a marriage certificate. After the engagement, we’ll both hand our pay cheques to her to take care of, because she’s an accountant, so she has a great sense of finances.
I smiled and says, “But of course. That’s exactly what we’ll do.”
I brought out all of his deepest greed and selfishness and Oedipus Complex and coldheartedness and sexism. Every flaw in him, I made sure to encourage. He slid off the slippery slope a lot faster than I imagined.
Soon, our graduation ceremony came up.
I called him, crying, saying that my parents are threatening me with death to make me break up with him. I love him, but I can’t watch my parents die. It looks like we just weren’t meant to be.
Then, not caring what he said, I hung up the phone and blocked him on everything. This isn’t meant to be heartlessness. I was trying to portray a sense of desperate grief on my end.
He looked for me everywhere for a while, to no end. I’d told all my friends, that whoever tried to talk on his behalf, I would never speak to again. Thankfully, I never told him where my family lived. That saved me a lot of trouble. After about half a year, his attempts at harassment stopped.
I never really looked into what he’s doing now. But I believe that all those flaws that I’d encouraged would come to fruition in the most beautiful way in his life.
He is going to get exactly what he sowed.”
Comments say, “I have no idea what she wasted all her time on. Doesn’t even know how to take revenge properly.”
“Oh man, the girl here lost out bad.”
“Yeah, this isn’t revenge. You are just wasting your life.”
Someone’s photo diary telling us how dangerous it is to get too bored:
“At first, I was just bored.
Saw all the grain piled up at my place, and started brewing beer on impulse.
The left over grain after fermentation can be cow feed. It’s perfect.
It’s done brewing. Time to drink.
Passed out drinking and woke up at the hospital.
My mom tells me it’s mild poisoning. She says it’s lucky she didn’t drink my beer too.”
“Gonna try fermenting rice wine instead. It’s sour and sweet, so I think I can pull it off.
Done brewing. Time to drink with some beef hotpot.
Got a really bad stomachache after drinking, had to come to the hospital.
Some sort of bacterial infection in my intestines? Getting medicine.
OK, continuing with IV drip.”
“My dad says our grapes are ripe. Oh yeah, I can make wine.
I even bought a proper bottle, so it has the right vibes.
Time to drink with some grilled lamb steaks.
Came home and started burning up in the middle of the night. Didn’t think anything of it and kept sleeping.
Fever wouldn’t go away the next day, so I had to come to the hospital again for some blood work.
Got poisoned yet again. Have to get an IV again.”
“Our sorghum is ripe. Oh yeah, I can brew baijiu! Baijiu has to be distilled at high temperature, and that should kill all the bacteria!
I’m doing it textbook style this time. Time to start!
I’m feeding the leftovers to the cows again. Last two times, they were all fine. I’m the only one who got sick.
Finally done brewing. Time to drink!
Kinda dizzy going home.
Nothing wrong the day after I drank, and I got so happy that I fell over and tore a tendon. Now I have to be on bed rest for 2 months.
It got infected and I had to get an IV again.”
Comments say, “So he’s best suited at brewing baijiu. He can get back to it once his leg is better.”
“This guy’s pretty hard to kill, huh.”
“Will you die if you stop brewing or something?”
A video posted to the internet lately showed a package of mail-delivered dog food with needle marks in its packaging. The uploader claimed that someone is going around to mail drop off stations to inject poison into dog food packages. The video drew a lot of attention, and in response, the dog food company has posted a video clarifying the rumour.
The company claims that the dog food was purchased on the 13th of October. At the time, the customer sent them the video because of severe damage to the packaging during transport. They’ve refunded the customer and are changing over to new packaging, but didn’t think that someone would leak the video online. They would like for influencers to not all jump on the rumour bandwagon here.
After investigation, reporters have found that many stores are announcing their decision to change dog and cat food packaging. Unless there’s a special note on the order, now, dog and cat food won’t show any labelling on the packaging, or use any tape with brand logos. Netease’s pet section posted a notice saying that they’re going to default ship all pet food with confidential packaging for free.”
Comments say, “It’s the dog cult people putting on a show again.”
“Firstly, packaging is tracked closely at every step. Anyone trying to poison it at any step will get caught right away. So has anyone been caught poisoning pet food? Have we seen a police notice?”
“Fuck, I mean, what if something really went wrong? Is this the sort of thing that’s worth joking about? Everyone is uneasy enough already.”
A compilation of what teacher sacrifice in their line of work:
“In highschool, I had a male maths teacher who was super hot, and super patient and sweet. But he keeps randomly spitting out phlegm while lecturing, and would pick his nose publicly and wipe his snot everywhere. He never used a tissue. Everyone was super grossed out.
Then I heard from some alumni that a girl fell for him a few years back, even threatened suicide to try to get together with him. It was a big scandal at the time.
And that’s how he became the way he is.”
“Reminds me of my PE teacher in elementary school, who was really tall and really handsome. Whenever he went to the bathroom, all the guys in class would follow him in to look.”
“There was a guy in my high school class who was super hot, great personality, great grades, basically every girl was into him. His mom was really worried he’d date too young and watched him like a hawk. Eventually, he got so frustrated that he shaved all his hair off. And even more people ended up falling for him. Including some boys XD”
“We had a male teacher like this too. 195cm hottie, looked like a model. He hasn’t gotten to the point of spitting phlegm and picking his nose, but he’ll smoke nonstop and dress like a hobo, and swear at people at the drop of a hat, and really call people ugly names too. All the parents in our class were unhappy with him, until it was time for the PTA meeting, and he actually properly dressed up. They took one look at that face that any girl would fall for, and that body that most guys would fall for, and no one ever said a thing after that. They even thought that he wasn’t trying hard enough to ruin his looks and got together to give him new ideas. In the end, a dad who owned a restaurants kindly started delivering him food every day. He said if the teacher got fat, he wouldn’t have to try so hard anymore.”
“There was a doctor in my hospital who was super hot and gentlemanly when he first came here. Now, he deliberately shaved a bald spot into himself, to become the sort of doctor that patients trusted. It’s so ugly though.”
“Our class’s chemistry representative had a huge crush on our former chemistry teacher. The whole grade knew about it. She was super beautiful. So she told the class representative that if he got first on the next exam, she’d go hiking with him. We were all shocked. He actually got first place, and when they went hiking the next day, she brought her husband and kid along too. XDD Lol, we all thought that teacher was super badass.”
“We had a biology teacher in high school that a lot of girls were into. He was really hot and liked to work out, and he was really good at teaching his subject too. Like, he really was a perfect guy. And then he got leukaemia. His family is super poor, and he just had a baby, so everyone fundraised for his surgery. He got better after surgery, but then he had a recurrence, and he ended up committing suicide. It’s so sad. Such a pity.”
“Our expat English teacher is super hot! Super, super hot! He looks like some kind of British gentleman right out of a movie! But whenever alumni bring him up, they always get a weird look on his face. After a semester, we found out why. He fucking loves failing people!!!”
“We had a math teacher from Dongbei who was super tall and super handsome. And he acted like this even though he was already married. When he had a runny nose in class, he wiped it off with his hand, and then spread it on his hands like hand lotion.”
“I’ll give an opposite example. A math teacher in my highschool was just ordinary looking, but he looked young, and liked to play basketball. He was already married with a kid, and he got reported for dating a lot of girls in his class, and even got one girl pregnant right before her college entrance exam. Now he’s in jail.”
“Reminds me of when my high school physics teacher got broken up with. He wouldn’t even give us lectures in class. He just sat on a little stool by the door and stared at the moon.”
“When I was in middle school, we had an intern PE teacher come to our school straight out of uni. He was super fair and super hot, and I went with my friends to watch him on the field every day. I spent a whole summer witnessing his complete transformation from a piece of white jade into a shrivelled black chicken.”
About the first part, with the cat: were most of the comments so self-aware about the difference in reaction to a baby vs. a cat?
About the part with the mail-delivered pet food, do you know what's going on there? Is it sadists who like causing pain? Or people who don't like dogs (and cats, it sounds like)? Is it some sort of backlash against people who have pets instead of children, or who treat their pets better than the farmers one town over?
"Spoiling a child is killing a..." Is this the first half of a saying?